Kid's head snapped up and panic set on his facial features, but you were gone. Your body, soul, and mind were humming like the wings of a sparrow; lost to the world around you. You were everywhere and no where, just a vibrating ghost in the corner of a cold, cruel cell.

Your mind was foggy, but you watched Abraham approach Kid with a plate of food. You tried to make out what he was saying, but couldn't. His smile faded when he noticed Kid's major wound gone and took the plate of food and smacked him hard across the face.

You wanted to cry out, but you couldn't even make a noise. Abraham glanced around the room and noticed the dropped book. He didn't even know you were there, watching from your camouflaged hiding space. He raced for the door and before he had one foot out, your world blurred and you felt yourself fluttered through the window and into your own cell, gently placing yourself on your bed.

You turn and will the bars back with ease, turning just in time as Abraham slammed open your door. You felt your body materialize and his eyes borrowed into you. You looked back with wide, groggy eyes and before you knew it, he was hitting you.

You willed yourself to that happy place you dreamt of out the window, over the mountains and to freedom. Your mind and body still buzzed from what had happened, drowning out the pain and suffering you were forced to go through for the millionth time in your whole life.

Your eyes fixed on the horizon out the window and you knew, in the end, what he did to you didn't matter. He may have control over your body, but he never will be able to capture your soul. It was already gone, flown away over the horizon.

You woke up with a jerk to find the room dark and cold. You groggily noted you were in your corner, holding your legs to your chest. You gently stretched your legs out and arms and flinched at the pain, seeing the bruises and blood.

You gently stood, feeling light headed. You made your way to the window, the bars disappearing instantly without you touching them and you slide out. You look over your room one last time, noticing the plate of food on your bed.

The memories came back vaguely, and you remember Abraham realizing his mistake and bringing you food as a form of apology. He never figured out you had been in the room, and he never had to know. You turn away, your focus on the man in the next room.

You slid through his window and wobbled, placing your hand on the wall for better balance. You felt so...weak. It was strange, and your soul felt lighter and...freer?

You heard your name gently whispered in the dark and you turn to face where Kid is. He's beat up, but not as badly as before. His already pale skin was paler, but that might have been from the lack of sunlight.

You took weak steps towards him until you stood directly in front of him. He looked you over, and you tried to decipher the emotion in his eyes. Worry? Care?

"Are you okay?" He whispered. You lightly sway and you groan and you gently place your forehead on the presternal region of his torso. You felt his breath hitch, and the sudden touch of someone against you that wasn't hurting you only added to the confusion and dizziness you felt.

You gently pulled your head away after a second and rubbed at your eyes. "Sorry..."

"What did he do to you?"

You smile up at him, feeling your face ache from bruising and dried blood. "Nothing I can't handle." He looks at you, surprised, then smiles warmly. When he seemed to remember something, his smile drops.

"How did you manage to escape?"

"What do you mean?"

"One minute you were there, the next, you were gone. You just disappeared."

The memory tickled your conscious and you could vaguely remember the incident. "I...I don't know. Seeing a symbol in one of his books triggered something, but I can't...I can't remember."

You rubbed at your head, wishing you could sit down, or preferably sleep for an eternity. Both sounded equally good. Kid squeezed his mouth into a line, his eyes glowing and narrowing in thought.

"This is a crazy theory, but what if the symbols in the books and notes are awakening your powers?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Think about it, when I first met you you could barely make the bars disappear. Now you can easily do that, you're beginning to be able to heal wounds, and that crazy trick of disappearing like you did yesterday. Maybe..." his eyes grew wide and head snaps up in excitement. "Maybe Abraham is sealing our powers and magic into his books and notes? That might our key to getting out of here."

You place your hand on the wall beside Kid and hold your head, dizzy. It made sense, in its own weird way. Maybe seeing that symbol helped awaken something that's been dead inside of you for so long? Or simply laid dormant? If that one symbol could do this to you, what would the others do? And to Kid?

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just...just give me a minute, okay?" You sounded weak, and no matter how much you rested or leaned agains the wall, the dizzy feeling you had wouldn't go away.

You looked back up at him and eyed his wrists. You frown and try to reach up but you were far shorter than him. "What are you doing?"

"Your wrists are bleeding, I should-"

"No."

"No?"

"Remember the last time you helped? Abraham grew suspicious, we can't have that. We're lucky he believed me that my powers were still semi active, I don't think I can still trick him with that."

You drop your arm but don't step away from him. His body was so close to yours, you could feel the heat radiating from him. It felt nice, unfamiliar, but nice. Abraham was cold, and so was the cell, your bed, your world...Kid whispered your name. "Look up."

You did as you were told and your eyes met his glowing, yellow orbs. The site of them made you gasp, feeling suddenly weaker, like a hunter and its prey. "Kid?" Your voice came out weak and lightly cracked. He didn't say anything, but dipped his head lower.

You felt scared, but at the same time that look he gave you made you want to lean up and press your lips to his. It was an odd feeling, something you had never felt before. It made you lightly shake, not knowing if you should trust yourself or not.

When his face got closer to yours, you did the one thing you knew you could do:

You push yourself off the wall and stumble towards Abraham's work desk, a blush on your cheeks.

You could feel Kid's eyes on your back and you ignored the feeling as best as you could. You picked up a book and started looking through it. It was mainly filled with writing you couldn't read, but now and then you'd find drawings and symbols.

You tried to find meaning in them like you had before, but with no luck. You flipped through a few more pages, suppressing a yawn and a jolt is felt in your soul. Your eyes scanned down to the page and your eyes met an odd double squiggle symbol.

You hesitantly brought your hand to the page and gently brushed your fingers against it. You wish you hadn't. A fierce force blasted through you and you saw nothing but white. You heard Kid call out your name as loudly as he could without drawing attention and you felt a weird humming pulse through your body.

You couldn't bring your hand away, and you felt panic bubble in your throat. Suddenly, the humming was felt through your whole body, but it didn't hurt. It was as though you felt lighter, and the tiredness you felt melted away like a bad day dream.

When it was all over, you felt yourself fall back and tumble to the ground. Kid called out your name again and you could hear him struggling against his restraints. You blinked awake, feeling light headed but when you placed your wait on your hands and pushed yourself up, you didn't feel the need to lay down or be sick.

You fully stood up feeling lighter than air, like you could float away. The feeling tickled and let out a light laugh. You hadn't felt this good in so long, it was the closest thing to feeling alive you've ever felt.

You look down at the book you dropped and picked it up. The symbol on the page was gone and you looked at your palm right as the symbol faded into your skin. You closed your fist, a sense of excitement bubbling in you. For once in your life, your hope began to grow stronger.

Kid called out your name again and you turned to face him. You walked over to him but you felt like you were gliding. A smile tugged at your lips as you grew closer and let out another light laugh.

"You were right, Abraham must be putting our powers into his notes and books. I'm not sure how much of it, but I'm feeling stronger. The thing is, I don't know which is yours and which is mine. But for now..."

You place your hand on his neck and he gives you a questionable look. You close your eyes and the same feeling you had before trickled through you and you felt it slowly leave your system.

You could hear Kid gasp but you didn't dare stop until you felt the faint feeling of dizziness again. You gently stroked your fingers across his skin and dropped your hand, gaining your balance.

You open your eyes and look at Kid. His face was wide with surprise and his pale skin lightly glowed. His wounds healed a little on their own, but not enough to completely close. You glance down at yourself to find the wounds that had begun to heal from the magic went back to how they were, but you didn't mind as much.

"What did you do?"

"I transferred a little more than half the power to you."

"But why?"

"Kid, between you and me you know you need it more than I do. Whether you want to admit it or not, I was destined to die here just as I was destined to be raised here. You're my only hope, Kid. And if it means sacrificing myself a little to make sure the Reaper himself can leave, then that's fine by me. I can't leave without you, so just...bear with me, okay?"

You both held each other's gaze and the feeling you had earlier came lingering back and your eyes rested on his lips. You inhaled sharply and hope he didn't noticed. After a moment, Kid nodded his head and closed his eyes. "Thank you, he whispered."

You smile and take a step towards the window, the sun peeking through the bars as it rises over the horizon in the familiar shades of pinks, oranges, and reds you were so familiar with. "You're welcome," you whisper back, and disappear into the dawning of the day.